[ Even after having gone through one world jump, that was months ago, and the sensation takes him by surprise all over again. One moment he’s in the temple, snatching up his “travel pack”, the very next he’s underwater. Imagine his surprise when he sucked in a breath on instinct, and, aside from some coughing as the water slid down his windpipe, he found he could breathe. Thanks Astoria?

But all that aside, he notices their numbers are quite thin. His first attempt to reach out to his friends via the watch is interrupted by that strange broadcast. He has no idea who that man is, despite his apparent familiarity with the circle. Someone from the first world they visited, mayhap?

But then the network goes dead after that. Arenvald spends an annoyingly long while poking at his watch, but nothing seems to be going through. He takes it off and flips it over as if he knew thing one about this sort of technology (he doesn’t) and might be able to figure out what’s wrong. (He can’t.) So, he’ll kick his way over to the nearest Circle member and offer a sheepish look that only just masks his panic. ]

Is your watch working? I’m afraid I’ve broken mine.

[ Arenvald is surrounded by mermaids.

Plate mail is not exactly conducive to swimming around, so Arenvald opted to leave it somewhere safe, alongside his other belongings, instead wearing more casual clothing (along with his sword belt) as he explores the sinkhole and gets to know the locals.

Except the locals are nosy, and they haven’t seen a man in probably forever. Poor Arenvald has been backed into a corner, his back quite literally against a wall as the deep-sea-dwelling mermaids stare at him with too-large eyes as they assault him with embarrassing questions about his physiology and how it is he interacts with the females of his species. He’s doing his best to dodge questions, but they’re not letting him off the proverbial hook.

By chance, he catches glimpse of you passing by – a fellow Circle member – and he tries so desperately to catch your eye with a look that says HELP. ]

[ In his ongoing attempt at distracting himself from the fact that many of his dear friends are Twelve knows where, he’s been playing the part of a good adventurer and asking around about strange happenings here in the Depths. This has lead him to the strange formation of ice in one of the tunnels.

It is certainly cold down here, but unusually… bright as well. If you so choose to explore the icy area as well, you’ll first notice a bright light shining through the water. The area is notably absent of locals, probably because the light hurts their sensitive eyes, but it’s not so bright as to be blinding to a normal person. Approaching it will reveal that the water gets warmer the closer you get, as something combats the chill that permeates the area.

That something? Well, it’s Arenvald.

Arenvald has swam his way down to the icy portion of the tunnel, and he can be found there, quite literally giving off sunlight. The brightest light pours from the palms of his hands, which he has pressed against the ice, expression locked in grim concentration. The ice does indeed give way, melting beneath his touch, but the second he pulls his hands away, kicking back to gain some distance, the ice refreezes. ]

What the hells?

[ Obligatory “other” option. Hit me with whatever you’d like (spear fishing! slip-n-slides!) or contact me at exposition for plotting! ]